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My Story Time:

Okay, so full tea? I’m kneeling on this gross, wet pavement in a back alley, the neon from the street barely reaching us. My new tits are spilling out of this stupid pink top, and my back is cold against the brick wall. The word ‘SLUT’ tattooed there feels like it’s burning.

He’s standing over me, his dick out and already hard AF, just from calling me names. My mouth tastes like a dozen other guys—copper, salt, and regret. But when he says he wants to face fuck me? My pussy actually clenches, no cap. It’s fucked up, but the raw need in his voice? Sheesh. Iconic.

“Okay,” I whisper, and just open my mouth, sticking my tongue out like the good little whore I am. He doesn’t waste time. He grabs the back of my head and shoves his cock deep, and I gag instantly, my eyes watering. I can feel him hitting the back of my throat, and I’m making these choked, wet sounds, gripping his thighs to stay upright. “Gag on it, you cheap slut,” he growls, and I just nod, my nose pressed against his skin, breathing him in. I’m high-key a mess, but I’m also so, so turned on. My clit is throbbing against the seam of my shorts.

He pulls me off by my hair, and I gasp for air, spit and pre-cum stringing from my lips to his dick. “Suck my balls, whore,” he demands, and I go down, taking one into my mouth, swirling my tongue. I look up at him, and his expression is everything. He’s totally shook by how into this I am. “You’re gonna make me tap your head if you keep doing that,” he warns, his voice shaky.

I pop off his balls. “I’m ready,” I rasp, opening my mouth wide again, presenting myself. He starts to fuck my face in earnest, and I just take it, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Tell me where you want it! Tell me what you are!” he snarls.

I sob around his dick, the words muffled but clear. “In my throat! Please! I’m a slut! I’m your fucking slut! Just… warn me!”

That’s when he starts tapping my head, fast and frantic, yelling “Dirty cunt! Filthy street whore!” right as he comes. I feel the first hot pulse hit the back of my throat and I swallow on instinct, again and again, my whole body shuddering. When he finally pulls out, I slump back, coughing, his cum dripping from my chin. I look up at him, wrecked. “Thank you,” I rasp, wiping my mouth. My whole body is buzzing. “That’ll be twenty.”